The plan had been moving smoothly, as Ollie and Elijah had distracted Seb. They were talking about something. Theo didn't really care what about, as that wasn't his problem.
He just wanted to talk to her. She was dancing with the girls on the dance floor, as 'Goosebumps' by Travis Scott began to play.
Weed and alcohol clouded his system as he watched her, only her. She moved her hips like no other girl in the flat, she was mesmerising. Nothing like the girls at home. She did a slut drop, slowly bringing herself back up in such a sensual way, peering up from her lashes to look up into his eyes and his only. Everything stopped. It was just them two in the kitchen. They forgot everyone else. The tension was thick, he wanted her. No, he needed to fuck her. What was he thinking? No, he needed to talk to her. Just talk. He got up from his chair, steadying himself, maintaining eye contact.
The smile previously on her face from laughing with her friends disappeared, as she looked up at the boy across the room. He tilted his head to the side, suggesting for her to come with him to 'talk' in the corridor.
With hesitation she followed after him, hoping this wouldn't be another argument or another apology. She was sick and tired of his apologies. For what he had said. For how he had hurt her. It was in the past, she didn't want to talk about it anymore.
The music from the kitchen boomed throughout the flat, the bass was loud, especially with the weed stimulating her senses. She couldn't focus on anything but the bass. Suddenly he grabbed her arm guiding her into his room.
She shouldn't be in his room she thought. Everytime she was in there, something happened. She'd almost kissed him when she was high. And the last time she was in there he had hurt her deeply and then forced to sleep in the same bed as him.
This wasn't a good idea. She went over to his desk, refusing to fall into the trap of sitting on his bed. She needed to steady herself. She needed to get her head straight before she did something she regretted.
Theo watched Naomi lean on his desk for support as he came closer to her to get her attention. She looked distant. She wasn't sober, but neither was he. He couldn't be for this.
He placed his hands on the desk on either side of body to cage her in. He needed her to look at him and only him in this moment. No distractions.
She glanced at his hands realising that he had caged her in. She slowly raked her eyes up his body, taking in every detail of him. The way his t-shirt clung to his body, showing off his muscles. The way the veins in his forearms bulged out. The way his chain glistened in the low light of the room. The way he was breathing heavily.
"Naomi" he spoke, causing her to finally look at his eyes.
"Y-yes?" She breathed out, unsure of what he wanted to say. Her breathing picked up as she felt like he was getting closer to her. Their faces were merely meters apart. She looked at his lips as he licked them.
"I'm sorry" he whispered
"I'm sorry again for what I said to you that night, I don't expect you to forgive me for what I said, but I just need you to know how sorry I am and that I realise I went too fa-"
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Naomi interrupted him from speaking further , "I can't ever forgive you for that you know"
"I know" he said with a sigh, "I know, but I just needed you to know that-"
"That you're sorry, I get it" she finished for him as the silence filled the room.
The bass from the music outside drowned out, her entire focus on him.
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And she hated it.
She hated seeing him stare at her with such sincerity which made her want to crack. How she found herself alone in his room for whatever reason, but made no move to leave. How he wasn't saying anything to her right now, but his actions were saying a thousand words.
His closeness
Their proximity was something they had trouble with and now, now wasn't the time for that.
The stench of alcohol and weed filled her senses with him so close. Her eyes flickered back up to his to see what he was thinking, but he wasn't looking at her eyes. He was looking at her lips. He slowly reconnected his eyes with hers and held a lustfilled gaze.
Neither of them spoke. They both stood there frozen, waiting. Waiting for anything. Anything to stop them. For one of them to stop the other, for one of them to say something but nothing came. Just silence. Theo couldn't wait anymore. He needed to do this. He needed her.
All of a sudden he smashed his lips into hers. He is lips met her soft ones and he couldn't get enough. He never thought kissing her would feel so good.
Naomi took no time in kissing him back, her hands ran though his hair. Theo pushed himself closer to Naomi, anything to get closer to her.
She was practically sat on his desk, as he slid his hands down her body and onto her thighs. He parted them, stepping closer to her.
His hands found her ass and palmed it through the material of her dress, igniting a moan from her. He used this to his advantage and plunged his tongue inside of her mouth. She fought back. Their tongues battled for dominance as he pulled her even closer, causing his clothed crotch to rub on her covered entrance.
They couldn't get enough of each other. Naomi wanted him. Theo wanted her.
She whimpered, it was the cutest thing he'd ever heard
He disconnected their lips, moving to her neck, knowing this was her weak spot. He wanted her to moan, for her to feel good. He began to suck her neck, leaving behind a trail of marks. He wanted to claim her. She was his. No one else's.
"Theo" she moaned out. in response, rocking her hips, to grind against his crotch.
His name coming from her mouth sounded angelic. His dick got hard at the sound. He wanted to hear her say it again.Theo groaned at the feeling of her warm body so close, her legs wrapping round his waist to pull him closer, the pure need in her movements. All for him.
The slither of her silver 'S' necklace brushed against his lips and he slowly withdrawed, running his finger u see the chain, tracing the small piece of jewellery, flickering his gaze up to Naomi's to see if she'd noticed.
She hadn't.
Her eyes were still closed, with her titling her head to the side to give him even more access to her neck.
Her chest rising and falling heavily in anticipation of what he was going to do next to her. Where he'd take this. How far would he take this.
Wetting his lip with his tongue, Theo's trailed his hands upwards to her neck. Visibly, she swallowed, but instead of doing the predictable thing which was wrap his hands around her throat, taking her breath away - she felt him fiddle with something else.
Without any hesitation, Theo managed to do what he'd wanted to do for a long time, well besides his kiss her.
Bringing his lips back onto her neck, nipping at the skin, making her push her chest forward, so that she'd get more of him, he spoke.
